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Mass by Eels It's really more than i can say Looking at this tower Angels are off duty and asleep In these wee hours And there's no place i can go And this noise inside my head It comes and goes It comes and it goes There's really nothing you can stop So i guess i'm gonna try Climbing up this tower Walking up the stones Stocking feet To the clock This is one place that i know And the face in front of me It comes and goes Not some lucky charm But something to hold onto That could hold onto me And there's no place i can go And this noise inside my head It comes and goes It comes and it goes |
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